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The cap flicks open.
Sev’s eyes slide to half-mast.
There’s a quiet squelch. A soft sound that lets me know exactly what’s coming: the touch I’ve craved for years. Years and years. So many years. All the years.
He strokes me again, this time slowing and zeroing in on my hole. I gasp and buck and hold on to him tightly. He circles my rim lightly. Teasing me. Playing with me. Smiling crookedly as he drives me crazy.
“Sev,” I say.
He answers by pressing the tip of one finger into me. A tidal wave of sensation crashes over me, and I moan loudly in pleasure. No, not moan. I cry out. I yell. I shout.
He doesn’t stop. He fingers me slowly and gently, working his finger into me a little deeper each time he presses in. He kisses me the same way, tongue nudging and teasing, parting my lips and claiming my mouth as his own.
He pulls away now and again to say the same thing he said earlier. “Beautiful, Teddy. My beautiful Teddy Bear.”
When he adds a second finger, my head lolls back, and he kisses my throat until I have the wherewithal to offer him my mouth again. It’s not so much a kiss now, more a hole offered up for whatever he wants to do with it.
He kisses me and fingers me until there isn’t a single synapse in my body that isn’t firing. Until I’m dizzy. Drunk. Drunker than I’ve ever been. Slurring my words and forgetting what I’m trying to say.
“Sev,” I manage, when it begins to feel like this is the end.
The end of me and my story. The end of everything that made me human.
The start of what makes me an animal. The start of what makes me go wild.
“Mm?” he replies.
“Ready. I’m ready.”
“Baby,” he says softly, “you’re not even close to as ready as I’m going to get you.”
With that, he withdraws his fingers, hands me the lube, and gets up with me still in his arms. He does it as if it’s nothing. As if I’m weightless.
I bury my head in his neck and babble nonsensically as he carries me to his bedroom.
38
Teddy “T-Dog” O’Reilly
Thebedsheetiscoolbeneath me. An inferno rages before me. My brain sizzles, my cock pulses, and my hole quivers as I lie on my back, head propped up on a pillow, watching intently as Sev undresses.
Mercifully, he sheds his clothes quickly, barely blinking, barely stopping as he makes his way to me. To think I thought he was devastating before. That Sev, the one who invented nonchalance and walks around locker rooms naked and without a care in the world, has nothing on this one. This one is hard everywhere. Muscular and straining. His dick is everything I dreamed it would be. Everything and more. Dark and veiny, and trained on me the same way his eyes are. Like I’m a prize, and he’s here to claim me.
The mattress depresses and corrects as Sev stretches out next to me. He’s on his side, leaning over me, but not crushing me. He’s close, but most of my body has been left uncovered for him to explore.
I was right about one thing: Sev runs hot. The heat of his body warms mine, flames gently lapping where he touches me, setting me on fire.
My legs fall open before he has time to ask me to part them. Really open. Knees dropping onto my chest, thighs spread. Hole on display.
He murmurs appreciatively and kisses me softly as he starts fingering me again. “Tell me what you like, Tee. Tell me everything.”
“You,” I say with no hesitation. “I like you.”
“No.” He smiles tolerantly and kisses the tip of my nose. “I mean, how do you like to be touched? Where are you sensitive? What turns you on?”
“You,” I say again.
When it’s clear that’s the most sense he’s going to get out of me, he runs his tongue along my jaw, gnawing on my jawbone lightly and chasing my Adam’s apple as it bobs in my throat. When he’s rendered me a puddle of goo, he strokes my hair and nips at my earlobe. He doesn’t stop until I shudder and spasm around his fingers.
